I saw a seagull, Clinging hard against the wind, Climb a ladder of rain Up to a low sky. I saw the silver-bodied drops Fall gleaming on his wings, -- Saw him, as he cut the rain, Turn his head sharply And gulp the cool fresh drops, Greedy with thirst and pain. I have shining thoughts That escape the dusk of my mind And go soaring Through the shallows of the sky, Following wonder And a broken word, -- Thoughts that return Refreshed, And waken me Breathless in the dawn. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WISE WOMAN by SARA TEASDALE ONE WAY OF LOVE by ROBERT BROWNING MIDWINTER BLUES by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES UNCLE OUT O' DEBT AN' OUT O' DANGER by WILLIAM BARNES ON A DISTANT VIEW OF THE VILLAGE AND SCHOOL OF HARROW by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |